[Intro]
(graveem1nd)
Yeah, woah

[Chorus]
Ridin' 'round town in a tank
Lil' n***a, what's your rank?
I don't care what you think
Diamonds so cold, make a damn ship sink
Yeah, lil' n***a, stay in your lane
Don't talk, lil' bro, don't be playin'
Yeah, finna hop on that plane
Said a n***a changed, bitch, I ain't change
I got a shooter, know he shoot from the paint
I'ma do what you n***as can't
He in that Benzer, we're in that Range
I don't ever bitch, I don't complain
Movin' that pack, n***a, not no Saint
But a young n***a still with gangnem
Ride around town, gon' paint
Look at my fit, just like a paintin'

[Verse 1]
And I'm flyer than half of these n***as
Rockin' KAPITAL, these not Hilfiger's
N***as talkin' 'bout me, run your figures up
Fuck n***as just talkin' on Twitter
I'm in New York, I stay with my sister
I'm important, bitch, I'm an A-lister
And your shawty, yeah, she a good kisser
I'm a shooter, no, will not miss you
I'ma make sure your mama got tissuеs
[?] we knockin' down, I'ma blitz you
[?], we gon' get you
Beefin', that shit for a lamе
Lil' n***a, stay in your lane, though
Feed my brothers, my gang
Not no [?]
[Verse 2]
I've been puttin' that work in, that effort
I'm with [?]
Got designer on me, a good dresser
G19, know it sit on the dresser, yeah
And guess what? I've been smokin' that pressure
Yeah, I heard he get money, but not like me
That boy, he get lesser
Oh, but that shit none of my business
Put the game up on my back, bitch, been liftin' that shit like fitness
And I knew it was only a matter of time before a n***a blew up, got famous
Made a promise to my brothers that I'd stay down, n***a, I'm not changin'
Yeah-yeah-yeah

[Chorus]
Ridin' 'round town in a tank
Lil' n***a, what's your rank?
I don't care what you think
Diamonds so cold, make a damn ship sink
Yeah, lil' n***a, stay in your lane
Don't talk, lil' bro, don't be playin'
Yeah, finna hop on that plane
Said a n***a changed, bitch, I ain't change
I got a shooter, know he shoot from the paint
I'ma do what you n***as can't
He in that Benzer, we're in that Range
I don't ever bitch, I don't complain
Movin' that pack, n***a, not no Saint
But a young n***a still with gangnem
Ride around town, gon' paint
Look at my fit, just like a paintin'
[Outro]
(Look at my fit, just like a paintin')